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Copyright 1922 by C. J. Dorsey 



GOLDEN HOURS IN CRADLE DAYS 

Golden hours in cradle days 
Took my little cares away, 

As I sat upon my mother’s knee; 

She sang these little rhymes to me. 

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THE BUSY BEE 

The little bee is busy work- 
ing all the day, 

Gathering in honey and 
storing it away; 

And when the mother takes 
it she has an awful fight; 

They fly around her madly 
and sting with all their 
might; 

And when the Baby sees her 
it shakes its hands and 
feet, 

For it knows that mothers 
bringing something good 
and sweet; 

She has a taste for you and 
she has a taste for me 

F rom the little pail of honey, 
from the little honey bee. 


THE ELEPHANT’S 
TRUNK 

They tell me this is an ele- 
phant’s trunk, 

But it looks just like his 
nose; 

It does not look like my 
Mamma’s trunk, 

For in it she keeps her 
clothes. 


WINTER 

The valley of green can not 
be seen, 

And the hills are covered 
with snow; 

Boys and girls on their sleds 
whirl by 

As fast they can go. 



THE FROG 


THE FROG 

There was a big frog that 
lived under a log, 

He was happy as any you’d 
meet; 

He hopped out one day and 
went on his way 

In search of some good 
things to eat. 

THE OLD SOAP MAKER 

Here’s Rudolph Baker, the 
old soap maker, 

Who worked night and day 
in soap fat; 

He wasn’t so mean, for he 
cut off the lean, 

And gave to his old Tom 
Cat. 

He peddled his soap from door 
to door, 

Then went back home to 
make lots more; 

So one day his cat fell into 
the pot; 

He said to himself: “I have 
such a lot.” 

He called his Tom cat he 
had meat that was lean, 

But poor old kitty will 
never be seen. 


He cut up his soap and such 
a surprise — 

A bunch of Tom’s hair in 
front of his eyes, 

And a bone of Tom’s leg, the 
story is told; 


“I can never let any of this 



“Come on, let’s go,” said 
Tommy Toe, 

Down to the pile of sand; 

With shovel and hoe, off we 

go 

Running hand in hand; 

We’ll make some hills, and 
little sand mills, 

And big tunnels we’ll dig 
through; 

Then we will play with Nina 
and May, 

And they will play with you. 



THE OLD WOMAN AND CATS 





THE OLD WOMAN AND 
CATS 

There was an old woman 
that had so many cats, 

She couldn’t buy them lean 
meat, and they wouldn’t 
eat fat. 

One was named Tom, who 
walked with a cane; 

One was named Mary and 
one named Jane; 

Jane wore a glass on her little 
gray eye, 

And said, “I’ll go catch some 
mice for a nice mousie 
pie.” 

OLD BLACK DAN 

Here’s old Black Dan, black 
as a crow, 

Get on his back and watch 
Dan go; 

He can trot, race and pace, 
He’s won many a race; 

You can drive him, so they 
say, 

But I’ve seen Dan run 
away; 

He’s not as fast as he used 
to be, 

I have seen Dan go in two 
and three. 


A LITTLE RABBIT 

I am a little rabbit with a nest 
in yonder field; 

Over in the orchard I get my 
little meal. 

One day I was sitting in the 
grass beneath the tree; 

I heard the howling of the 
dog coming close to me. 

I took my little bite and start- 
ed off to run, 

I jumped out right in front 
of a man with a gun. 

First there was a roar, then 
a great big sound, 

And just behind me run- 
ning was a spotted hound. 

I asked my little feet to do 
the best they can, 

And I soon got away from 
the dogs and the man. 




THE MAN IN THE MOON 


THE MAN IN THE MOON 

Oh! man in the moon, please 
tell me why 

You always live up in the 
sky? 

I look for you when it gets 
light, 

And you sneak around 
when it is night; 

As I lie awake in my little bed, 

I can always see your big 
bright head; 

And as I waken from my sleep, 

Through my window you 
always peep. 


WOODEN LEG HANK 

There was an old man who 
had a wooden leg, 

And all he had to do was 
to walk around and beg; 

So he went by the name of 
“Wooden Leg Hank,” 

Down in his wooden leg he 
had his savings bank; 

So one day some bad boys 
set fire to his leg, 

And burned up all the 
money that he worked so 
hard to save. 


UP WE GO 

Daddy made a swing for me 
on the limb of our old tree; 

He tied me in so good and 
tight then pulled the 
knot with all his might; 

So if my Daddy I should call, 
and loose my hold, I 
couldn't fall. 

As I sat upon my little seat, 
to me he sang some songs 
so sweet, 

And as he swung me far away 
the swing came back, 
but did not stay; 

With one big push I went 
so high, while Daddy sang 
sweet lullaby. 



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LITTLE TOMMY BROWN 


LITTLE TOMMY 
BROWN 


Little Tommy Brown used to 
run around 

With a piece of bread and 
butter in his hand. 

So he saw a great big spider, 

And he made his steps much 
wider; 

Such a strange thing he 
couldn’t understand. 

“Oh, Mamma, come quick 
and bring a big stick,. 

There’s a funny, funny thing 
down here.” 

She took him by his hand; 
“Now be a little man, 

For there’s nothing very 
much to fear.” 

OLD 

COCK-A-DOODLE-DO 

Old cock-a-doodle-do that 
lived in a town, 

Annoyed all the neghbors 
that lived around; 

He could cock-a-doodle-do 
before day break; 

With his cock-a-doodle-do 
every baby he would 
wake. 



MY DOLLY 

I had a little baby, its head 
was made of wood; 

To make that little baby 
cry I never, never could; 

I’ve caught its pretty fingers 
many times in our big 
door; 

I’ve knocked its little head 
quite hard upon the floor; 

And then it only looked, but 
never tried to cry; 

Not even one tear came in 
its precious little eye; 

Mamma made a dress all 
trimmed with pretty lace; 

Sometimes I get a wash- 
cloth to wash its little 
face. 



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THE INQUISITIVE MOUSE 




THE INQUISITIVE 
MOUSE 

There was a little mouse that 
wanted to know the time, 

So he ran right up the clock 
to wind; 

While he was up the clock 
struck four, 

The mouse ran down, and 
forgot to shut the door. 

The old man said “Who's been 
at my clock? 

The door was standing 
open and I know I had 
it locked. ,, 

So the little mousie said, 'Til 
not try this any more, 

For there might be a pussy 
cat standing at the door.” 

OLD DOG SPORT 

There was an old dog by the 
name of “Sport,” 

He loved all the kittens, 
but not to court. 

He was always hunting cats, 
in this he had his fun, 

And when kitty saw him 
coming she knew she had 
to run. 

Poor kitty lost no time in get- 
ting to a tree; 


She said: “Now you bad 
dog, you can't catch me, 

For I have my back up and 
my tail puffed too, 

I would like to see some big 
dog come and chase you.” 

LITTLE BLACK SHEEP 

Ba-Ba, little sheep, 'twill soon 
be shearing day, 

When they will come and 
cut your wool and carry 
it away. 

Our little flock of black sheep 
grow a lot of wool, 

And when they come and 
cut it we get the bags all 
full; 

Then our little black sheep, 
on hot summer days, 

Will feel so much cooler 
with its wool clipped 
away. 






HIP-A-DE-HOP 





HIP-A-DE-HOP 

There was an old man went 
hip-a-de-hop; 

His one leg kept growing 
and couldn’t be stopped; 

It grew and it grew to the 
length of three or four; 

He folded it on hinges to 
get in the door. 


BUSY LITTLE ANTS 

Ten thousand little ants, and 
maybe a thousand more, 

Were coming and going in 
and out their little door; 

They marched like little sol- 
diers with a general at 
the head; 

They did not carry guns, 
only little crumbs of 
bread; 

They were laying up their 
goodies for a cold winter 
day, 

Not like the lazy grasshop- 
per that dances around 
and plays; 

We watched the little army, 
as they came and as 
they go; 

A system like the ants have 
would conquer any foe. 



THE WAGON GRANDPA 
MADE 

Grandpa took a soap box, 
and a wagon he did make; 

He rode me up and down 
the yard, then took me 
out the gate; 

He took an old broom stick, 
and a handle was made 
strong; 

It was short for poor old 
grandpa, for me a little 
long; 

Then grandpa took a saw and 
cut me out four wheels;jj 

I’d see him stop and puff, 
then a glance at me he’d 
steal; 

Then Grandpa got the paint 
pot, and painted it all 
green; 

I know I have a dandy, the 
best that I have seen. 



KITTY BROWN 

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KITTY BROWN 

I had a little kitten, and I 
named him Kitty Brown; 

You couldn’t find a nicer 
kitty anywhere around; 

He was so nice, and playful, 
and sometimes awfully 
bad; 

He often tangled Granny’s 
yarn, and tried to make 
her mad; 

When Granny ’d start her 
knitting he would al- 
ways get the ball 

And pull it down upon the 
floor, so she’d not hear 
it fall; 

Then with his little paws he’d 
tangle it into a mat, 

Then I’d hear my Granny 
say, “Hiss, hiss you 
naughty cat;” 

Now, kitty wasn’t naughty, 
for he did it all in fun; 

He loved to tangle Granny’s 
yarn to see her make him 
run. 

THE DOG FIGHT 

Daddy’s old white bull dog 
met a wolf dog on the 
street; 

Wolfie jumped at Daddy’s 
dog as if the dog he’d eat; 


Daddy said, “You watch him 
and see just what he’ll do; 

There’ll be nothing left of 
wolfie when bully dog 
gets through.” 

THE LONG NECK 
GIRAFFE 

Here is the Giraffe, his long 
neck you can see; 

He can eat all the leaves 
from a very high tree. 

Just look at this neck how it 
slopes right straight 
down; 

If you ride him like a horse, 
you would slide off on the 
ground. 

Now, why he was 
made there 
is not one 

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THREE LITTLE PIGGIES 


THREE LITTLE PIGGIES 

Three little piggies, just as 
cute as could be, 

Lived in a pig pen, be- 
neath a big tree, 

One little piggie was as greedy 
as could be, 

He ate from the others all 
he could see; 

So one day a butcher came, 
a fat pig to buy, 

Greedy didn’t want to go, 
for he knew he had to die; 

So the butcher pulled him out 
by his two little ears, 

While brothers in the cor- 
ner shed lots of tears; 

They grunted, and they grunt- 
ed, and they cried all the 
day, 

For their dear little brother 
the butcher took away. 

THE TORTOISE 

I crawl around with my house 
on my back, 

And I never remember com- 
ing back. 

I may linger a while as I go 
on my way, 

But to make it my home I 
never can stay. 


When night overtakes me I 
shut up my door, 

Until the next morning 
along about four; 

My life is a sad one, and that 
you must know, 

I crawl around daily with 
no place to go. 



THE PEACOCK 

I am a beautiful peacock with 
feathers blue and green; 

I strutaroundthethorough- 
fare and create quite a 
scene; 

I am a handsome fowl, and I 
know I can’t be beat; 

The thing that makes my 
feathers fall is glancing 
at my feet. 




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THE NAUGHTY PUP 






THE NAUGHTY PUP 

My naughty little puppy is as 
bad as bad can be, 

I never do a single thing 
unless he’s there to see; 

He pulls my little dress, and 
tears my pretty lace; 

No matter where I turn my 
head, I see his little face. 

When I get bread and butter 
he never wants to mind. 

Unless I give him half of it, 
he starts an awful whine. 

He chews up my jumping 
rope, my dolly, and my 
ball; 

I know just when he has 
them, for he won’t come 
when I call. 

Now you can see the mischief 
sticking from my puppy’s 
eyes; 

He went to Mamma’s pan- 
try, and ate up all the pies; 

But, ah, my puppy’s nice, if 
he is so awfully bad; 

If he should go away from 
me, I know I would be 
sad. 

LITTLE LADY BUG 

Little lady bug, please fly 
away, 


But come and see me some 
other day. 

I’m very sorry I can’t let you 
stay, 

But I’m going out to play, 
right away. 

So fly away, lady bug, please 
fly away. 

BEAUTIFUL 

BUTTERFLY 

I am a pretty butterfly, with 
colors bright and gay; 

My beautiful wings, which 
you can see, I use them 
as I may; 

Boys sometimes strike at me, 
I’m sure I know not why; 

Sometimes to get away 
from them I fly high in 
the sky. 




BROWN’S MULE 


BROWN’S MULE 

Brown had a mule and he 
balked so, 

Brown twisted his tail to 
make him go; 

The mule’s heels kicked up, 
so quick and high, 

That poor old Brown nearly 
kissed the sky. 

And the mule still stands, as 
you can see — 

“Never twist my tail to pester 
me.” 


JINGLE, JINGLE 

Jingle, jingle the sounding bell. 

Poor kitty fell in our big 
well; 

Jingle the bell to sound the 
call; 

Please come quick, come 
one and all; 

And as we turn the handle 
round, 

Up comes the bucket all 
iron bound. 

First thing we saw was kitty’s 
head, 

All soaking wet, but far 
from dead. 


We lifted kitty to the ground, 

He shook the water all 
around; 

Then he started to jump 
and play, 

The same as any other day; 

Had it not been for the 
jingle bell, 

Kitty would be in our big 
well. 



THE LITTLE SQUIRREL 

Hush, little children, I’ve 
something to say; 

There’s a dear little squirrel, 
so bushy and gray; 

He peeps through the 
branches and plays day 
by day; 

Now don’t make a noise 
and scare him away. 



FATTY WISE 




FATTY WISE 

There was a fat boy, his name 
was Billy Wise; 

He had great big ears and 
tiny little eyes; 

He liked to play games and 
often fell down; 

He bounced like a rubber 
ball when he struck the 
ground. 

NINA’S PONIES 

Nina had two ponies, one was 
black and one was gray; 

She drove her little ponies 
many miles a day; 

She loved her ponies dearly 
and knew what they 
could do; 

She never drove them 
singly, she always drove 
the two. 

Her pony-cart was painted 
and looked like it was new; 

The wheels were painted 
red, the body painted 
blue; 

The harness glittered bright- 
ly, the brass shone like 
gold; 

She looked like a queen in 
some fairy tale of old. 

The little ponies love her 
and seemed to under- 
stand, 


That she had sugar for them 
and fed them from her 
hand. 

Nina loved to feed them, you 
could go there any day, 
And always find the stable 
full of corn and hay. 


THE BEGGING DOG 

There was a little dog that 
had a lame leg; 

He couldn’t buy a crutch, 
so a crutch he had to beg; 

He hobbled down the street 
from door to door, 

Only using three legs when 
he had one more; 

He wore a little coat with a 
little velvet collar; 

He limped around all day 
and only got a dollar. 




THE TRICKY MONKEY 






THE TRICKY MONKEY 

Here is a little monkey, as 
tricky as can be; 

He cuts his capers on the 
ground and then j umps in 
the tree; 

You often see a monkey and 
a grinder on the street, 

He makes good friends with 
everyone, no matter who 
he meets. 

He wears a pretty cap and a 
little red coat, 

And has a little strap 
buckled under his throat; 

For a penny he will bow to 
the children all day, 

Till his master pulls the 
chain and takes him 
away. 


WHIP-POOR-WILL 

Here is the Whip-poor-will, 
hear him call. 

Whip-poor-will! Whip- 
poor-will! you hear him 
say. 

You hear him call at sunset 
and seldom in the day. 


He is a long and skinny 
bird, the most peculiar 
ever heard; 

Its hard to tell the things he 
eats, he catches insects 
for his meats. 

WeVe heard old Rip Van 
Winkle say the Whip- 
poor-will sang in his 
golden day; 

And as he roamed in the valley 
of green, many a*Whip- 
poor-will he has seen. 

OH! PUSSY CAT 

Oh! Pussy cat, Pussy cat, 
Where did you go! 

Ive hunted most every place, 
Both high and low. 

Now where can I find you, 
Oh! what shall I do? 

But just then I spied her, 
Inside an old shoe. 



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MR. ELEPHANT AND MISS KANGAROO 



MR. ELEPHANT AND 
MISS KANGAROO 

The elephant said to the 
kangaroo, 

‘‘With your consent, I'll 
marry you; 

I have a big trunk, as you 
can see, 

It will hold enough for you 
and me.” 

Miss Kangaroo said, “What 
would I do 

With a husband as big and 
fat as you; 

My friends would laugh, when 
they would see 

Such a funny couple as you 
and me.” 

WHISTLING TOM 

Whistling T om would whistle, 
no matter what you'd 
say; 

He would whistle, and 
whistle, and whistle night 
and day; 

He whistled in the house and 
whistled on the street, 

And whistled in the ears of 
every one he’d meet; 

He would whistle on his jour- 
neys as he went his way 
around; 



The neighbors got together 
to drive him from the 
town. 

One day his whistling stop- 
ped, and the people all 
said, 

“What is wrong with the 
whistler, is he alive or is 
he dead?” 

The whistler had a cold and 
was laid up for a day, 
And the neighbors of the 
town packed up to move 
away. 

You could go to church or a 
a little country fair, 

You would not miss the 
whistler, for he would be 
there. 


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MOUSIE GRAY 



MOUSIE GRAY 

There was a little mousie, his 
name was mousie Gray; 

He took his little baggage 
and moved a mile away. 

He stopped at a farm house 
where there was a cat; 

He liked his home very 
well, but didn’t like that; 


I am brother to a twin, 

My sister grows fat while I 
grow thin; 

So they spared my life, how 
lucky I’ve been, 

For they thought it not right 
to kill one so thin. 

SWEET ROLLS AND 
STORIES 


So he got his little baggage 
and moved to the barn; 

“I know now that kitty 
can’t do me any harm.” 

So one day Mousie came out 
to have a play, 

And there he spied Kitty 
sleeping in the hay; 

But Kitty didn’t see him as 
he ran along the floor, 

He ran in the house and shut 
his little door. 


THE SKINNY PIGGY 

I’m a tiny little pig and I 
know how to dance a jig; 

I wear a curl right on my 
tail, 

And never was stout, but 
always frail. 


There was an old woman, 
sweet rolls she sold, 

As we gave her our pennies, 
nice stories she told; 

And the children from far 
and the children from 
near, 

Would come and buy, for her 
stories to hear. 




THE LARGE FAMILY 


THE LARGE FAMILY 


There was an old woman that 
was not a bit lazy 

She had so many children 
they almost drove her 
crazy ; 

She rose in the morning along 
about four, 

And dressed them, and 
dressed them, and still 
there were more. 

She went to the pantry for 
good things to eat ; 

To some she gave sours, to 
some she gave sweets; 

Some she gave cake, some 
she gave bread, 

Some she gave bottles and 
put them to bed. 

Some were little boys, and 
some were little girls, 

Some wore pompadours 
and some wore curls. 

A COW WITH A 
CRUMPLED HORN 

Here is a cow with a crum- 
pled horn, 

That eats all night ’till early 
morn; 

She can butt and she can kick, 

And often jumps over the 
candlestick. 



THE LITTLE LAMB 

One early morn a lamb was 
born, children loved it so; 

It thought it had the right 
along with them to go, 

And when the children came 
to play, the little lamb 
came trottin’; 

It was white as white could 
be, just like a ball of 
cotton. 

The little lamb was loved, and 
they all called it the pet, 

If any one should hurt it, 
there’d be trouble, you 
can bet. 

The little children loved it, 
and loved it more and 
more; 

You would find it at the 
school house, waiting at 
door. 



LITTLE WHITE BEAR 











LITTLE WHITE BEAR 

The little white bear with his 
little bare feet, 

As cute a little fellow as 
you would care to meet. 

They say that he can hug, as 
tight, as tight can be; 

But I would not like to let 
him try and hug me; 

See how he sits up, and then 
climbs the pole; 

Then he turns a summer- 
sault, and does what he's 
told; 

Then you hear his master 
say, hink-ti-hink-ti, hy- 
diddle-da, 

He picks up his little pole 
and walks right away. 

THE SLY OLD CAT 

There was an old cat as sly 
as could be, 

He was always watching 
birdies up in the tree. 

You could see him in the 
bushes hiding all around, 

Waiting for the birdies to 
light upon the ground; 

But the birdies are on the 
watch, with their bright 
little eyes, 


And they know how to use 
their little wings to fly. 

THE DEER 

Here stands a very pretty 
deer, 

With eyes to see and ears 
to hear, 

Feet to run and nose to smell; 

The hunter knows these 
facts quite well, 

And when the hounds are on 
his trail 

He'll glide the forest with 
speed of the mail, 

Through gulleys and ditches 
and over ravines, 

He'll take up his quarters, 
in parts unseen. 




ANDREW MACK 











ANDREW MACK 

Here you see^young Andrew 
Mack, 

Who puts a saddle on pig- 
gie’s back; 

He gets on piggie every day, 

And rides poor piggie far 
away. 


OLD LADY BAKER 

Old Lady Baker goes hip-a- 
de, hip-a-de hop; 

Whenever she wants a dol- 
lar she has to go and stop; 

Listen, my old lady, it is a 
funny thing to do. 

To carry around your 
money in your old leather 
shoe; 

It is my own business just 
what I want to do, 

Whether I carry it in my 
stocking or carry it in 
my shoe. 


THE LITTLE DARKEY 

I am as black as black can be, 
Lm crazy ’bout chicken, as 
you can see; 


I just snapped my fingers, 
one, two, three, 

And this here chicken walk- 
ed up to me. 

Poor chicken will take a trip 
today, 

But to come back again, he 
never may. 



THE BIG-EYED OWL 

Old Mr. Owl sat in my big 
tree, 

And through my window 
he peeped at me; 

His eyes looked like the big 
red sun; 

Oh! how I wish I had 
daddy’s gun; 

The old owl heard what I had 
to say, 

And spread his wings and 
flew away. 



OLD PETER FARRELL 



OLD PETER FARRELL 

Old Peter Farrell put his wife 
in a barrel 

To take her a ride down a 
hill; 

She didn’t want to go, but he 
insisted so, 

For she knew that she 
would get a big spill. 

She got in the barrel, said 
“Good-bye, Mr. Farrell, 

I will take this long ride 
all alone.” 

Peter heard her holler, saw 
her hat and collar, 

And knew she had broken 
her bones. 

FOUR BLACK CROWS 

Four black crows sat in a tree, 

They were as black as black 
could be. 

They were singing songs of 

jubilee; 

A gun shot was heard and 
down came three. 

THE LITTLE APPLES 

Here we are, but little apples, 
growing on our tree; 


Were growing here for 
some one, as you can 
plainly see; 

And the nice rain comes to 
make us grow and grow; 

Then the sun to ripen us, 
and make our colors glow; 

And then they come along 
with their large bags to 
pick; 

They sometimes strike us 
hard with a great big 
stick. 

And sometimes there will 
come along a gentle man, 

Who will pluck, and lift us 
down with his kind and 
gentle hand; 

Then a long ride we get to a 
pretty market stall, 

Where we are handled care- 
fully, and bought by one 
and all. 




ANDY GOOSE 



ANDY GOOSE 


Andy had a goose that said 
Quack, Quack, Quack; 

He rode to school on its soft 
feather back; 

It made the children laugh 
in school, 

To see poor Andy such a 
fool; 

So the goose got tired and 
said one day, 

“Farewell, Andy,” and flew 
away. 

He saw it fly beyond the hill, 

And never said a word, but 
just sat still. 


THE OWL 

AT THE SWIMING HOLE 

There was an old owl sat on 
a limb, 

When a man came down 
to take a swim; 

He hooted at me and he 
hooted at him; 

The old man got frightened 
and he fell in; 

One big kick and then a splash; 

He went down, which set- 
tled his hash. 



THE FOX AND THE 
CHICKENS 

Mr. Red Rooster took old 
Mrs. Hen 

Down to the barn yard to 
Piggie’s pen; 

He knew that there he would 
get some feed, 

Just the kind that they 
both would need; 

They ate so much, and it be- 
came so late, 

As they went home, they 
met their fate; 

For an old sly fox was lying 
low, 

To see which way they both 
would go; 

As they started home, Oh, 
such a surprise! 

The fox leaped out with 
great big eyes; 

Then one big flutter, as chick- 
ens do; 

It is all that I can tell to you. 



THE BUTTING CALF 







THE BUTTING CALF 

There was and old man who 
had a calf, 

He tried his best to make 
it laugh; 

The calf just looked like it 
hadn’t any sense, 

And gave him a butt right 
through the fence. 

BETSY JANE 

Betsy Jane went up the lane 
with my little daughter; 

They took a pail in their 
hands to bring it full of 
water; 

The pump handle went up and 
the pump handle came 
down, 

And the water ran out all 
over the ground; 

Said Betsy: “Please don’t let 
a drop of it spill, 

And do let me know when 
you get it all filled.” 

The pail they did fill, and 
now ready to go, 

When clumsy old Betsy 
stumped her poor toe; 

And had it not been for my 
little daughter, 

Betsy might have spilled 
every bit of the water. 


MAKING HAY 

Come, little children, let’s go 
today 

Out to see them making hay; 

They say the bee is on the 
wing. ,, 

And we may hear the birdies 
sing. 

POOR BILLY BUMP 

Billy Bump went out one day 

To see the farmers making 
hay; 

W orn and tired from the heat, 

He ran some thistles in his 
feet; 

With a grunt and then a 
groan, 

He came hopping, hopping 
home. 




GRANDDAD’S PIPE 




GRANDDAD’S PIPE 

My Granddad had a meer- 
schaum pipe, and Oh! 
how awfully strong, 

He would often sit and smoke 
it, and smoke it all day 
long, 


I loved to watch the rings, as 
he blew the puffs of 
smoke, 

And often sat and listened to 
him tell his funny jokes, 

Granddad blew a smoke ring, 
then a soap bubble I 
blew too; 

We sat and watched the 
smoke ring, pass the 
bubble through, 

Then Granddad blew smoke 
rings, with all his might 
and main, 

We sat and watched the 
bubbles pass through and 
through again; 

My Granddad is a blower, and 
it may all go up in smoke, 

But I love to sit and watch 
him, and hear his little 
jokes. 


THE SNAIL 

Two little girls went out to 
play 

On a warm and balmy day; 

“Oh! Mother dear, come quick 
with me, 

Just what it is, please come 
and see; 

Its little house looks just 
like stone, 

And it seems to live there 
all alone; 

And as we played beneath 
the tree, 

It stuck its horney head at 
me.” 

Mother found it but a snail 

That always leaves a silver 
trail. 




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THE OLD HEN AND HER CHICKS 



THE OLD HEN AND 
HER CHICKS 

There was an old hen, in the 
straw she made her nest, 

And to lay a lot of eggs, she 
tried to do her best; 

She laid every day, until she 
laid about twenty, 

As she counted them she 
said, “I think I have 
plenty.” 

So twenty little peeps, from 
their shells one day 
hopped, 

And said, “Dear Mother, 
where will we find our Pop.” 

“Now, you will find your Pop, 
when he crows at day 
break, 

And I am sure my little 
babies, his voice will 
wake.” 

FARMER BROWN 

There is a good old farmer 
And his name is Henry 
Brown; 

His sheep are in the meadow, 
His cows have gone to 
town. 

The pigs are in the clover 
And the colts are in the hay, 

The ducks are in the river, 
Swimming far away. 


THE BAD GOAT 

Here is a goat that won’t stay 
home, 

And around the streets he 
loves to roam; 

A lady he met on the street 
one day, 

And he tried to take her 
clothes away. 

This goat sometimes attacks 
a man; 

They say he often eats tin 
cans. 

Now Billy has a sister Nan, 

And to go with Billy she 
never can, 

For she would not let Billy be, 

The bad, bad goat, that’s 
here you see. 



OLD SAPPY JOHN 

Old Sappy John, with his side 
boards on — 

Old Sappy John taught 
school; 

Old Sappy John, with his 
side boards on, 

Punished us all with his rule. 

Now, if we were late we knew 
our fate, 

As he stood at his desk and 
frowned. 

He would shake his bald 
head, just as he said, 

“You go there right now 
and sit down.” 


GRINDER'S MILL 

“Tell me, my kind lady, how 
far is Grinder s mill?” 

“Yonder at the forked 
roads, j ust beyond thehill; 

The mills are grinding daily, 
not only corn and wheat; 

They grind the bread for 
everyone, no matter 
whom you meet.” 

MILKMAID AND HER 
COW 

The old cow comes in the 
morning and also comes 
at night. 

The milkmaid comes with 
her pail, all glowing with 
delight; 

She sends it to the babies with 
bright eyes of blue; 

She sends it to the little 
babies with eyes like you. 







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